Ugh, I hate insomnia. I'm awake and still sick. You'd think my body would know better and let me sleep ( Read more... )

It's pouring outside. I'm resisting my urge to crawl back under the covers and bring Hubby with me. Unfortunately, I'm a responsible adult ( Read more... )

Is it rude to ask a co-worker who sits in listening range if she could please stop chewing gum so loudly?

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Hubby's boss came to his office yesterday (she found the way with breadcrumbs, no doubt) and gave him "The Talk". Bad times ensued.

More info in a locked entry. Sorry, non-LJ'ers.

I give up. I'm sick. I'm staying home. I've emailed the concerned parties.

Back to bed after my cuppa hot tea.

Ugh. My throat hurts and I already staved off a migraine this morning. It sucks to have a sore throat when your job is 80% talking to people. I don't know enough ASL to effectively translate my messages to folks and that does not work on the phone.

I'm here until 6 p.m. and this doesn't bode well for my intense week.

I'm swamped at work. Absolutely buried. I'm also ready for this semester to be over. Apparently whining doesn't make it so.

On a happier note, all my Christmas mailing, shopping, etc. is DONE!

Reapplying nose to grinding wheel.

This weekend, Hubby and I are going to go to not one, but TWO holiday office parties. I'm dreading them for the most part, but feel it's time to show some face. To comfort/console/otherwise amuse myself, I looked up how to work a holiday party. Here's what I've found:


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Finally a slow day! I get to leave at noon today! Yip yip yippeee ( Read more... )